…in pursuit of the ultimate purpose of life…

verse

like a bird which soars higher a sound transcending from known notes of melody to unknown, a sound obviating differences of our mind,a sound carrying the harmony of oneness,a sound uplifting us from known world into a state of freedom,a sound louder than our egos,a sound of the futurethat moulds our cultureI long for it…

Like this:

When the sun goes down
and light fades away,
When my dreams wake
to live a better day
When the darkness dissolves
in breaths I take,
When I become a nomad
in the land of my own delusions
When I turn sad,
and breed despair
I see a fading light
at the horizon
whispering a tale
waiting to be told
I know
the flowers will bloom again
and nomad will find its home

Like this:

have you ever thought what you are,have you ever been to places farwithin yourself, have you ever?have you ever cried when trampled downhave you been made a mere clownwho has lost smile, have you ever?have you ever lend your heartto a stranger and got lost,have you ever?have you ever cooked the meal of defeat,have you ever purged your ego,have you ever?

life is replete with missing bricks,have you ever found one to build your own?follow me into the shattered domes,hold my hand, come home…

Like this:

be the rainbow to someone’s cloud,be the breeze to someone’s roots,be the rain to someone’s seeds,be the sail in someone’s storm,be the shore to someone’s river,be the saucer of someone’s love,be the purger of someone’s wounds,just be…

Like this:

walking past the dead slavesrotting in the gleaming sunmiles of water, no boats to rowa withered soul, for life, craves,imprints of feet upon the mudlike dents in memory past,searching home in jungles vastarrives at door with a thud,old memories like spider-websdeter him from moving onabandoned home on a marooned islandwhere dead slaves lay, dusk and dawn…

Like this:

the sweat on my browno precious than yours,I flow on this routeyou take a different course,the supreme thingto merge intothe well of humanityfrom varied windows and doors,no matter what you arealways water your roots,be the catapult of your characterthat aims high and shoots,take pride in who you are,no man is lesser,the sweat on your browwill tell your talesfor all the daysto come…

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